Sempre.

~19 Years ago~

He was crazy, And he knew he was crazy. He was almost drunk with giddiness as he took a look into the bag he had nabbed, countless folds of bills and gold and silver. He had done it. He had really done it. But he couldn't go home yet, That was the first place they would look for him. SO he retreated back to his hotel where he at least hoped he would be safe.

Laying back on his comfortable he sighed. He still couldn't believe he had gotten away without at least someone catching on to him and knowing.

It wasn’t until later that night, When three sharp raps were heard at his door. A cold chill ran up his spine and he sat up. At first he opted for just staying quiet and pretending like he wasn’t in the room. Maybe that would work. At once he got up with the bag and hid it in the cabinet under the coffee maker.

Just in case-

‘’C’mon Kyung. I know you’re in there.’’ The thick velvety voice of the man was enough to make anyone want to wither away. All those who had heard the calm before the storm were usually known to meet a grisly death. So to get it over with, Kyung unlocked all the locks and slowly started to open the door.

The four burly men rushed in like boulders in a landslide. Two of them grabbed him and set him at the desk chair, not in the slightest bit gentle.While the other two ransacked the room. No doubt looking for the bag.

Then he came. A tall, Brooding figure who had a cigarette in his mouth. Sharp chin and brown eyes hidden behind a pair of sunglasses that probably cost two hundred if not more dollars. He sat down on the edge of the bed closest to Him and smiled before taking off the sunglasses and taking folding them in his shirt. ‘’Kyung, Kyung.’’ His tone would have coaxed a cobra out of hiding, But Kyung wasn’t fooled.

‘’Now. You and I are very smart men. I know you won’t lie to me about what I already know and I know that you know that I am a man of reason.’’ As He said this, The two other men came around the corner with the bag in hand, and threw it to their boss. ‘’Ah, You see. When I’m right, I’m right. Now you see Kyung, If this were another world, I would kill you. Like I’m really itching to do.’’ Kyung felt himself tilt up. He had never went to go out like this, His own former boss turning a gun on him? He just wanted to be with his family. And even though his whole body had gone numb, he was certain that he was sweating bullets.

He knew that Mr.Choi had seen this, and he laughed. ‘’Calm down, Kyung. I had said another world didn’t I?’’ He said he was literally the only one laughing in the room. Kyung felt himself growing hot as his gaze rested on Mr.Choi’s nefarious shit eating grin.

‘’Alright. I’ve got the money back, you haven’t spent any of it- Looks like. So I’m all but willing to let this go.’’ He started as He zipped the bag back up and handed it to one of his men. The stare down between the prey and the hunter went on for some time. With one breathing calmly and the other breathing as if it were his last few breaths.

‘’Kyung, You’re a smart man. As I’ve said before. I like you. I like your managing skills. And I know this won’t happen again.’’ At this he smiled a little. ‘’So you know, I have a big heart. Like you. And I’m feeling rather good tonight.’’ This could mean a few things. Kyung was already numb, but he was consciously aware of the thin layer of sweat that had formed around his skin. ‘’Sir..’’ He croaked weakly, the voice so tired and strained he couldn’t even believe it was his at first.

‘’I’m going to make sure you’re taken care of. In a sense, You’re a struggling guy with a good heart, And I was once a struggling guy.’’ Kyung didn’t know if he should feel relieved enough. His fingernails had dug his fingernails so far into the arms of the desk chair it began to hurt his hands. ‘’I see the interest sparked in your eyes, Kyung.’’

It took a few minutes for Kyung to find his voice. And even when he did it came out quiet and scared. Well, as it should be. ‘’S-sir. I-I-I I assure you. I’ll do anything.-’’

‘’Oh, I know you will. But you must know by now my generosity comes with a price.’’

‘Sir. Please. Name it, When you say Jump I’ll of course ask ‘How high’.’’

Mr.Choi’s eyes narrowed a little, this wasn’t a malicious act of his. It was an expression of satisfaction.


Your foreign wife. She’s pregnant with a little girl, Is she not?’’

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